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...real secret is just that a long and frenzied bath in sensation is a simple escape from reality and hence from anxiety. Movement, activity, "go", is always preferred to sitting around; the most desirable of human conditions is to be hopped up as much of the time as possible. Through experience (i.e. kicks) one transcends the nagged and nagging self to get out of one's own skin into that airy realm where no questions are asked, where, for that matter, there is no longer any articulate speech in which to ask them...
Guarding against such an accident is easy. In the Annals of Surgery, Dr. C. Paul Boyan of Manhattan's Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center describes a plastic coil immersed in a bath of water kept at blood heat. The blood, passing through the coil on its way from the transfusion bottle to the patient's arm, reaches his heart at just the right temperature. Heart stoppage used to occur in about 50% of patients who got six pints or more of chilled blood; it occurs in only 7% now that they get coil-warmed blood...
Meanwhile, a nurse from the Brigham has put sterile coils in the tank's bath of dialysate (filtering solution) and added chemicals. She uses about l½ pints of the lawyer's blood, stored from the last treatment, to prime the coil. Then she connects a thin hose from the artificial kidney to the artery tube in his arm. He bleeds a little to finish the priming and the nurse hooks another hose to his vein tube. That completes the liquid circuit, and she switches on the machine. When all is going well, the doctor leaves...
...four to six hours, while the lawyer can doze or read briefs, the blood from his forearm artery flows through the plastic coils in the bath. Metabolic poisons that should have been excreted in his urine have accumulated in his blood. (Uremia patients urinate, but pass only a small volume of weak, watery liquid.) In the artificial kidney, the poisons are leached out of the blood through the walls of the cellophane tubing and into the chemical bath...
...that he painted oftenest (see following pages). Her presence borrowed color from the walls of her bath. While fauvism, cubism, even dadaism and surrealism bypassed Bonnard, he kept his eye on nature and his wife's place in it. To many, through the 1930s and 1940s, Bonnard was oldfashioned, a man preoccupied with outer nature rather than inner psychology. His art seemed wishy-washy, facile, banal in its apparent sentimentality...